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“Those are something I came up with. You know, for privacy?” Riker stated very seriously as he stared at Chastity.

“Nice. So I guess allowing a prostitution ring to be run in your club is acceptable? Do you charge extra for use of the booths?” she snapped at Riker as she scribbled on her paper and then looked up,

glaring at Nash’s brother. Riker stepped toward her, whispering, “What the hell are you talking about? There’s no prostitution ring here.”

“If you charge for use of the booth, and you are aware of what’s taking place behind them, then you’re liable. Pretending ignorance to it won’t work. Tell that to the judge and see if you get out of it. The booths and curtains go.” She wrote a note on the paper on the clipboard she held.

Nash touched her arm as he stared down at her. He was a tall man. Over six feet two with wide shoulders, so he was definitely intimidating.

“Are you sure that’s necessary? Perhaps a decision shouldn’t be made now while you’re feeling insulted.”

“Insulted?” she asked.

“Well that’s not what we’re about. Those things happen in every club, and in some places, certain things are condoned.”

“Let’s move on. We’ll come back to the booths later,” she said, appearing flustered at Nash’s touch. Was she attracted to him, too?

As she turned, Riker whispered next to her ear. “Later, with you in the booth, sounds promising.”

Nash gave Riker a look.

* * * *

Initially, Riker was trying to frazzle Chastity. She was tearing apart their club, and most of all, she wasn’t even responding to his pickup lines. He was annoyed now. An hour into the evaluation, and he stood by the doorway in the kitchen, leaning against the frame. She bent slightly to look under the stove grills then to check out some of the appetizers that were going out to the bar area. The woman had an amazing body. Her ass was fucking perfect. The material of her dress clung to every curve. She was definitely what he would consider voluptuous.

Other women he had been with recently hardly pleased him. This woman would be the bomb. He just knew it. But as he thought about getting her into bed, Riker felt a rush of guilt. She wasn’t like that. Not by a long shot. Suddenly, he felt a bit unsatisfactory and that shocked him.

He stared at the definition in her neck, then the dip of her shoulders, and her soft skin and breasts. He imagined touching her there, and stroking her skin. Then he saw her look at her cell phone and ignore the call again. Someone was trying to call her, and she obviously didn’t want to speak to them. Maybe it was a boyfriend. He felt his disappointment. Maybe an ex-boyfriend?

“Stop staring at her as if she’s a piece of ass on the menu,” Nash whispered, giving Riker a nudge.

Riker leaned into his brother. “Like you’re not interested in tapping that.” He nodded his head toward Chastity, just as she bent over to pick up her pen.

A glance around them, and they weren’t the only men checking Chastity’s assets out. Riker cleared his throat and chuckled. Nash gave the evil eye.

It was interesting that his brother seemed attracted to Chastity, too. He hadn’t looked at any woman since Maggie. Unlike Riker, who knew he was on a path of self-destruction.

“Riker, did you hear Chastity?” Nash asked, and Riker nodded his head, although not a word had been heard. He was too busy adjusting his stance. His cock felt so hard from staring at her. She wasn’t even naked, and his body wanted in.

They all heard her phone vibrating as they stood in the hallway outside of the kitchen.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Nash asked, giving his expression of disapproval.

“I’m working,” she replied.

“It seems important,” Riker added.

“It’s not,” she retorted, and then Colt’s phone rang.

“Excuse me a moment.” He took the call, but not before giving Chastity a look. Her expression changed to one of concern and anger. She watched Colt walk a few feet away.

Riker’s gut instincts kicked in. Something was up.

“So, depending on your budget and the allotted time you will allow for renovations, how does three weeks sound to you?” she asked as Colt returned.

Riker saw him place his hand on her shoulder and squeeze it. Chastity and Colt locked gazes, a silent, nonverbal understanding took place. Then she lowered her eyes and he released his touch.

Were Colt and Chastity an item? No, they couldn’t be. Sure, Colt was a big guy, and sort of good looking, Riker supposed. But were they lovers? That didn’t sit well with Riker at all.


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